. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . on. It must be, if you say so, I agreed—one has to agree with the Girl butI dont just see how Revolutionarymemories can be either fresh or new. You dont have to see everythingthats true, she said, softly. By no means, I took her upswiftlv—theres my feeling for you- Which is altogether too evident tobe put in the same class, and theGirl set her lips in the one way that isnot charming. We went on in silence for a whileand then she took up the business ofmy education again. This old Wa
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . on. It must be, if you say so, I agreed—one has to agree with the Girl butI dont just see how Revolutionarymemories can be either fresh or new. You dont have to see everythingthats true, she said, softly. By no means, I took her upswiftlv—theres my feeling for you- Which is altogether too evident tobe put in the same class, and theGirl set her lips in the one way that isnot charming. We went on in silence for a whileand then she took up the business ofmy education again. This old Wallace House is reallya Washingtons headquarters to beproud of. I should think Somervillewould be all swelled up about , Bobbie, General and really did spend a wholewinter here, and up and down theRaritan River were scattered the head-quarters of all the big men of the say that Baron Steuben had agreat house at Bound Brook and thatat Finderne—were going there thisafternoon, General Greene had his head-quarters. Light Horse Harry Lee andLord Stirling were at Middlebrook. The Old Van Vechten House and Mad Anthony Wayne was some-where along the Millstone. Wouldntyou like to have been a soldier boy herethen, Bobbie? the Girl finished wist-fully. Id rather write a play and bringall those big guns in. Say, wouldntthis be a fetching stage setting for itthough? We had left Somerville behind us,and had wandered for half a mile atleast from the centre of the tow n. Wehad scrambled—if you could call theGirls graceful movements scrambling,over the rairoad elevation and acrossthe tias, and now we faced the statelyold house, set far back among its tower-ing trees. Something of what it stoodfor must have come glimmering inthrough my consciousness or perhapsit was only a reflection of the Girlsmood. At any rate I no longer sawonly the delight of being with my lady,nor the possibilities of writing a playabout it all. I saw instead the earnestsoldier stat
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